paper aeroplanes | poetry + prose

intoxication

i stumble yet again
pain above my throat
it's in my eyes,
unforgiving sighs
then I begin to float

plailing in the sea
of ageing whiskey
sorrow tied to my feet
the end I'll gladly meet

because no matter what I do

the burn won't console me
the drink can control me
i never had it anyways
so no-one can condole me

it's keeps pouring
the rain from the sky
their eyes keep boring
into my soul as I cry

because
even if I try

it's not
he left
she died
home's bereft
my father lied

it's me,
not as plain
to see
but only I
hold the key
but it's stuck
like me
Inside this damn
bottle of whiskey

the ceramic bowl
that holds my soul
is breaking
full of pain

I keep it flowing
The world is slowing
why me
I'm going insane

goodbye
the glass cuts
the light stings
the floor's cold
my phone rings
but I lie
right here
and let the water
take me near
to my demise

farewell